Torrential Rain, Madness

Elsewhere, within a luxurious little courtyard, an entirely different scene was unfolding.

With God-Imprisoning Mountain about to emerge, the spiritual energy in the surrounding seas showed faint signs of unrest. The skies had been clear during the day, but by nightfall, the weather began to change at breakneck speed.

As the waves churned and rolled, the temperature dropped, and torrential rain poured over the entire Island of Utmost Evil.

Though the brightly lit city was blanketed by heavy rain, reducing the number of people traveling about, nighttime was also when cultivators on the Island of Utmost Evil honed their strength. Energy fluctuations occasionally spread through the air, concealed by the island's great hidden formations—yet some traces of aura would inevitably be detected.

As one of the Ancient Sword Gate's prospective successors, Yun Lancang was a peerless prodigy unmatched within the sect for millennia. His innate talent and unique insights into the sword path, combined with the Ancient Sword Gate's lavish investment of resources, had earned him his current reputation as a heavenly talent.

Yet Yun Lancang had things he feared as well. Aside from the true monsters of Upperstream, the person he was most wary of was his fellow disciple, Yun Qing'er.

Though his public reputation had already surpassed hers, only he knew that Yun Qing'er was merely low-key to the extreme in ordinary times. Whether in cultivation or talent, she suppressed him by a vast margin, leaving him in the dust.

Even the persona Yun Qing'er displayed to the outside world was an act. Not even he seemed to have ever fully understood this terrifying senior sister.

At this moment, he sat in a reclining chair, silently pondering the events of the day.

The woman who had faced off against him had concealed both her appearance and aura, yet